Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.